Five Weeks by Shruti Omar (good books to read for teens .TXT) 📕

“Slap me!!”

“Have you lost your sense?” His forehead creased and she nodded, offering a smile. “I have hurt you, right? So, now you hurt me. I promise I won’t cry.”

“God! I… is this your new way to torture me? Because this is fucking working,” He shouted, throwing his hands in the air and fisted the air in his palms to calm himself, “I am leaving right now.”

Scowling, Anahita stepped in his path and returned his glare with justice. She squinted her eyes at him, making him retreat with every step taken towards him. “Slap me hard if it takes your anger away.”

“Anahitaa…”

“Or, kiss me better.” She provided him with an option. He halted and she skid nearer, boring her eyes deep in his with an inviting smile on her lips, “I also think that kissing is better option to draw an argument to its end.” She looped her arms around his neck and hoped that he wouldn’t slap her just like she did when he tried to kiss her.

It was very dramatic though. And, she added a brief nipping on her lower lip to entice him into the idea. She appreciated when his eyes rested on her lips for more than five seconds because it meant she still had hope. She tantalizing rubbed her toe in his instep and he swallowed, feeling his throat parching. It was shameful that despite everything, he was still reacting to her touch.

Maybe I deserved that slap for behaving like horny teenager. He admonished himself and groaned. He cuffed her wrists and unlocked her arms before stepping back, creating endless distance between them. “I am not your toy, Anahita. I have feelings and even though you don’t appreciate them, they get hurt when I see you.”

Her heart sank as she heard his words. They pierced in her body like glass shards. “So, just tell me what to do? I will do anything.” She desperately wanted to heal him and for that, she’d move heaven or hell.

“Simply get out of my line of vision.” He said closing his eyes because he knew if she stayed around, he’d accept her offer and kiss her but that would just complicate things more. She would begin to think of him as pervert perhaps.

“Is that what you really want?” She intoned, her face dropping like a soaked biscuit.

“Yes.”

And, Anahita pasted her lips upon his, making his eyes turned wider. She took advantage of his weak moment and deepened the kiss, reaching to comb her fingers through his hair and pull him closer. Yuvraaj enjoyed those few seconds before his anger doused his awakened desires and he blindly shuffled back, trying to pry her hands away but she religiously clung onto him and intertwined her fingers with his, locking her heart with his as well.

The fact that he wasn’t responding to the kiss tightened her chest but she didn’t care and girdled her arms around his waist when he pushed her hands away. He groaned out a guttural moan that was swallowed by her and sucked his lips. Yuvraaj made a sound in his throat as his knees hit the edge of the bed and they both collapsed on the mattress.

Grunting, Yuvraaj was so angry that he pressed his palm over the back of her head and decided to dominate the kiss she initiated. Anahita moaned in delight as he bit on her lip and ran his tongue over her lip. He draped an arm around her waist and swapped their positions, coming over her to invade her mouth. Desire flamed in them, sparks flew and the primal needs pulled them both together.  

With unfathomable zeal, she quickly pulled her top over her shoulder and tossed it aside before inviting him to kiss her neck. Yuvraaj didn’t waste a moment to accept the invitation and dropped his face in the hollow of her neck, making her gasp in surprise as he begun to press soft, wet kisses desperately searching for her sweet spot while his wanton fingers dripped dangerously low in her waist to stretch the elastic of the slack and set that free, making the garter bite onto her flesh, coursing a zing through her.

Anahita arched her back, digging her fingers in his broad shoulder and broke the kiss to look into his eyes. His pupils were dilated, double to its size and sparkled with carnal desires. She pushed him flat on his back, mounted over his waist and sat astride, leaning so much that her breasts were in his direct vision. She smirked as she saw his gaze resting in the valley and he gulped. She wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed on the thought to seducing him; it came as a matter of pride to her.

“Are you doing this to cosset me?” His voice was a sensual mix of hoarse and gravel, thick with desire and his incandescent gaze left her pink. She tucked her chin to her chest, erecting on her place and he used his finger to tilt her chin up, “Because you are not successful yet.” He grazed her chin with his thumb and levitated on his elbows to whisper over her lips, “I am not done.”

“I will kiss you until I absorb all the pain I caused to you.” She said earnestly and slammed her lips over hers. He smiled, rising until he came into a sitting position and wound his taut arms around her waist, “You might regret.”

“I know I won’t.”

“Remember what you offered?” He asked, biting her lower lip and applied pressure making her mewl in gratification. She shuddered, ransacking her brain to search for the answer and pulled back from the kiss, aghast. “Is that true? Are you going to slap me?”

He nodded, amusingly and pressed his lips together. “Hard.”

She sucked her cheeks and grudgingly agreed since it was her idea, “Though I feel the man who use muscle over a woman is coward, I still allow you because a woman who use muscle over a man is no better, right? So…” She closed her eyes and cocked her head to a side, showing him her cheek.

“Think again,” Yuvraaj suggested, patiently, “I am a man and I have more physical power compared to you. I may dislocate your jaw.”

“Slap before I change my mind,” she reproved, squeezing her eyes and he smacked a sloppy kiss on her cheek in such a force that she fell backwards on her back with him on the top. They winced as their legs bent in an awkward angle and quickly straightened them.